The Wide Range Of The Introspectrum

all that i want is to not feel like a human
to be a wall, or a tree, or a sky, or a stone
or a bird, like the bird in your mind
the one that sings of the glorious things
that you can never quite find

the thoughts that hold all meaning and truth
encoded inside you next to Eternal Youth
some little specks of philosophy, inaccessible to you
but you need them so bad, you just know

so you drink, and you drive, and make some new friends
and keep looking for a new beginning somewhere near the end
while i'm biding my time and waiting it out
dissecting myself, my body and soul
peering and poking to find what it's about